Actually....

...i like long flights. i haven't met anyone who feels the same way.
For me its a lot of personal lazy time. No phones, No emails. Cut off from the world. Just a good book with lots of wine and food. Or may be a few movies. A good nap. A time to listen to music and think about random stuff. A walk along the aisle. A couple of drinks with strangers. An occasional peek out of the window - into icy arctic sky , an out of the worldly sun in the horizon , a faraway jet blinking its way through or a glittering city. To top it all - the sudden acceleration and deceleration of take off and touch downs -it thrills me.

DCH recap

Spotting dolphins off Long Island

Lightning on Statue of Liberty

US Open 2010 - Djokovic Vs Blake

one of these days i had a glimpse of heaven... just like that

i was 20,000 ft up in the air...looking out of the window i could see the mighty western ghats covered in a green carpet...the valley was submerged in a huge lake which glistened in the morning rays of sunlight.

Needless to say it was magical...

and i had breakfast in front me, served by a beautiful air hostess...i took a bite and sat back...i looked my beautiful wife ..she had already digged half-way through her breakfast and was working on the rest with religious enthusiasm.

Though, these aren't all the likely ingredients for nirvana, it was a moment of serentiy. i was at peace, with myself and the world. everything felt right or i didnt care about anything?
but i smiled to myself savoring that moment of bliss..

Finally !

I have had a lot of people complaining that there is nothing related to a motorcycle in this blog and that the name of the blog is quite misguiding
So here is a tiny effort to win back some of the lost good will :)



That's my first motorcycle..

Its good to be lost !

Every curve you take on this road, you expect to meet someone familiar, only to be frowned upon by a yellow frog or greeted by the curious stare of a hornbill.

Trust me, you will never meet anyone from your neighbourhood or your work place on this road. You will never have to stop to make small talk, unless you want to do that to a wild orchid or a hopping rabbit.

I scan the skyline on my horizon. There ! I see a majestic animal, grazing the vast grasslands.

Three days with no TV, no Internet, no mobiles, no newspaper,no..well the only luxury you have here is unbelievably tasty food, which the local chef churns out and the soothing greenery all around you.

Its good to be lost once in a while.

What is life?

It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
~ A Native American Indian's words

yawnnnn....

hmm...so its been more than a year since i blogged..shocking..i thot it was just yesterday that i posted last!
its ok, ive been busy doing other stuff...i tell myself...

food for thought

credit for bad behaviour !!

"There is a new service from Expedia, Travelocity and other travel websites: environmental expiation. If you wish, when you buy a plane ticket, they will figure out how much carbon your trip will be adding to the atmosphere and charge you for it. (For Boston to Los Angeles, about 3,000 miles, it comes to around $9.) The money goes to nonprofit groups that either plant trees to absorb the carbon or produce an equal amount of energy in an eco-friendly way (using windmills and such). You are still increasing the carbon in the air, but someone else, thanks to you, is reducing it by an equal amount.

The genius of carbon credits is that it opens up a whole new inventory of things that people can buy and sell. And there is no reason that the principle should be limited to environmentalism.

For example, how about a "bad-parenting surcharge."
Somewhere in the world there is a parent who is slugging his kid every night. For a price, he would refrain for a night, or even two. By paying that parent not to slug his kid twice, you gain the right to slug your kid just once.
It's a win-win-win. You get to slug your kid. This other father gets the money. The other guy's kid is happy--he gets a night off from being slugged."
Read more at http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1635840,00.html